Title: MACKENNA, bryn
Bryn MacKenna - December 9, 2007 08:49 PM (GMT)
.w.i.p.
I’ll finish this soon
OH, LOOK AT THE DAZZLING STARS
Alias: Anya
Age: 20
How Did You Find Us? Burn it Out
Other Characters: none
FALLING FROM THE SKIES
Full Name: Bryn Eamon MacKenna
Nicknames: None Really
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Male
Birthday: June 6th
Astrological Sign: Gemini
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual, I suppose.
Grade: Juniors
Clique: Uniques
School Activities: Theatre & Drama [Stage Crew]
Power: Thermal Manipulation
SHINING OH SO BRIGHTLY
Personality Traits: Mischievous, Protective, Secretive, Possessive, Sarcastic
General Personality:
Likes:
* Sex
* Cats
* Boys
* Girls
* Stars
* Biting
* Music
* Teagan
* Teasing
* Theatre
* Mischief
* Mayhem
* Madness
* Darkness
* Chocolate
* Scratching
* Mythology
* Computers
* Good Pranks
* A Good Book
* The Night Sky
* Strong Coffee
* Being Scratched
* Most Chinese Food
* Computer Graphics
* Most Japanese Food
* Set Design and Creation
* Entertaining Video Games
*
Dislikes:
* Peas
* Clichés
* Sashimi
* Humidity
* Indian Food
* Weak Coffee
* Lame Pranks
* Hot Weather
* Being Teased
* Direct Sunlight
* Windows Vista
* Clashing Colors
* Stressful Situations
* Conflict With Teagan
* Being Away From Teagan
* Being Proven Wrong or Corrected
Habits:
* Picking His Cuticles
* Fiddling with his Piercing
*
Pet Peeves:
* Teagan’s Nail Biting
* People With Too High an Opinion of Themselves
*
FLITTING JUST LIKE FIREFLIES
Height & Weight: 5’8” & 138 lbs.
Piercings/Tattoos: Snake Bites
Picture:
Appearance:
SHOWING THE WAY TO HEAVEN
Family Members:
Finnian Marcus MacKenna; 51; Father; Brewery Manager
Eireen Anie MacKenna; 48; Mother; Deceased
Teagan Grady MacKenna; 17; Twin Brother; Student
Kaelea Quinn MacKenna; 16; Sister; Student
Pet(s): Bryn’s not really pet-owner material…
Financial Status: Upper Middle Class
History: Ever hear that story of the princess in the tower? The one where the majestic prince sweeps her off her feet and carries her off to his palace and they live happily ever after, you know the drill. Well, if you were something of a romantic you might see some parallels between said faery story and the love story of Eireen and Finnian. Eireen O’Neil did, in fact, live in the top room of her apartment. This apartment was situated in a neighborhood of intense Irish concentration in Boston, Massachusetts. She grew up in a mildly clichéd family, with her father bringing home the paychecks from his job at the local newspaper and her mother being the good little housewife who took care of her six children. The children were sent to the local Catholic school which was in affiliation with the Catholic Church the family visited religiously every Sunday and holy day. As much as Eireen loved her family and community, she still had big dreams for her future. In these dreams she no longer scraped by. She didn’t have cabbage, potatoes, and corned beef for dinner every night. The house she lived in was beautiful and full of her own wonderful children. Her husband was perfectly charming and conveniently wealthy. Her dreams were not uncommon. Obviously, many girls had such hopes, but most fell horribly short and settled for marrying someone they’ve known all their lives. They lived a short walk from their childhood home and the only thing that changed was point of view. Eireen eventually became mostly resigned to such a fate, but one day after her nineteenth birthday something changed. A chance meeting in the local market with a handsome man who seemed quite taken with her changed everything. Finnian MacKenna was but three years her senior and the son of a successful brewery owner who also made a good deal of money importing Irish beer. It seemed that Eireen might just get her dream. Here was the handsome, charming, and wealthy man she had wanted. The rest was surely a matter of time.
It was indeed a matter of time. Eireen fell in love with Finniann before long, and he with her. They married only a couple of years later; shortly after Finnian’s father had passed away, leaving the business to his only son. The happy couple gave themselves time to simply enjoy each other’s company before having children. A few years into their marriage Eireen became pregnant and the two of them were overjoyed to learn that she would be having twin boys.
OH, AND FOR JUST YOU AND I
Magic Words: “glittery soap bubbles”
RP Sample:
I’ll finish this soon
Alias: Anya
Age: 20
How Did You Find Us? Burn it Out
Other Characters: none
Full Name: Bryn Eamon MacKenna
Nicknames: None Really
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Male
Birthday: June 6th
Astrological Sign: Gemini
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual, I suppose.
Grade: Juniors
Clique: Uniques
School Activities: Theatre & Drama [Stage Crew]
Power: Thermal Manipulation
Personality Traits: Mischievous, Protective, Secretive, Possessive, Sarcastic
General Personality:
Likes:
* Sex
* Cats
* Boys
* Girls
* Stars
* Biting
* Music
* Teagan
* Teasing
* Theatre
* Mischief
* Mayhem
* Madness
* Darkness
* Chocolate
* Scratching
* Mythology
* Computers
* Good Pranks
* A Good Book
* The Night Sky
* Strong Coffee
* Being Scratched
* Most Chinese Food
* Computer Graphics
* Most Japanese Food
* Set Design and Creation
* Entertaining Video Games
*
Dislikes:
* Peas
* Clichés
* Sashimi
* Humidity
* Indian Food
* Weak Coffee
* Lame Pranks
* Hot Weather
* Being Teased
* Direct Sunlight
* Windows Vista
* Clashing Colors
* Stressful Situations
* Conflict With Teagan
* Being Away From Teagan
* Being Proven Wrong or Corrected
Habits:
* Picking His Cuticles
* Fiddling with his Piercing
*
Pet Peeves:
* Teagan’s Nail Biting
* People With Too High an Opinion of Themselves
*
Height & Weight: 5’8” & 138 lbs.
Piercings/Tattoos: Snake Bites
Picture:
Appearance:
Family Members:
Finnian Marcus MacKenna; 51; Father; Brewery Manager
Eireen Anie MacKenna; 48; Mother; Deceased
Teagan Grady MacKenna; 17; Twin Brother; Student
Kaelea Quinn MacKenna; 16; Sister; Student
Pet(s): Bryn’s not really pet-owner material…
Financial Status: Upper Middle Class
History: Ever hear that story of the princess in the tower? The one where the majestic prince sweeps her off her feet and carries her off to his palace and they live happily ever after, you know the drill. Well, if you were something of a romantic you might see some parallels between said faery story and the love story of Eireen and Finnian. Eireen O’Neil did, in fact, live in the top room of her apartment. This apartment was situated in a neighborhood of intense Irish concentration in Boston, Massachusetts. She grew up in a mildly clichéd family, with her father bringing home the paychecks from his job at the local newspaper and her mother being the good little housewife who took care of her six children. The children were sent to the local Catholic school which was in affiliation with the Catholic Church the family visited religiously every Sunday and holy day. As much as Eireen loved her family and community, she still had big dreams for her future. In these dreams she no longer scraped by. She didn’t have cabbage, potatoes, and corned beef for dinner every night. The house she lived in was beautiful and full of her own wonderful children. Her husband was perfectly charming and conveniently wealthy. Her dreams were not uncommon. Obviously, many girls had such hopes, but most fell horribly short and settled for marrying someone they’ve known all their lives. They lived a short walk from their childhood home and the only thing that changed was point of view. Eireen eventually became mostly resigned to such a fate, but one day after her nineteenth birthday something changed. A chance meeting in the local market with a handsome man who seemed quite taken with her changed everything. Finnian MacKenna was but three years her senior and the son of a successful brewery owner who also made a good deal of money importing Irish beer. It seemed that Eireen might just get her dream. Here was the handsome, charming, and wealthy man she had wanted. The rest was surely a matter of time.
It was indeed a matter of time. Eireen fell in love with Finniann before long, and he with her. They married only a couple of years later; shortly after Finnian’s father had passed away, leaving the business to his only son. The happy couple gave themselves time to simply enjoy each other’s company before having children. A few years into their marriage Eireen became pregnant and the two of them were overjoyed to learn that she would be having twin boys.
Magic Words: “glittery soap bubbles”
RP Sample:
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| Rei stared at the espresso machine with a look of utter distain, and asked himself for the thirty-fifth time this shift why he had said, “Ok, sure.” when his manager had asked if he would agree to be café trained. In Rei’s opinion, there was absolutely no benefit to working the Barns & Nobel Café. Not only did he have to deal with annoying customers, now he was required to deal with all the retarded Starbucks lingo, not to mention the coffee snobs. If he had another customer tell him to remake their latte because “the espresso tasted off” he just might give in to the urge to pour scalding milk over their head and have done with it. Looking back to the cup his co-worker had slid across the bar to him, Rei looked at the barely legible scrawl on the side of the cup indicating what strange concoction he was supposed to be making this time. “A ‘Venti’ soy cappuccino…” Rei muttered to himself as he bent down to get the soy milk from the mini-fridge and wondered yet again why he had agreed to café training. Scowling, he straightened up, splashed soy milk into the appropriate tin pitcher and began to attempt to foam the vile beige liquid. ‘Don’t these people know that this soy nonsense doesn’t fucking foam!?’ he demanded silently of the steam wand which wisely did not respond. Four pitchers of overheated soy milk later, enough foam had accumulated to fill the thrice damned cup. Rei put the lid on the cappuccino and placed it on the ledge as he announced, “One large, soy, cappuccino,” before turning to grab the next cup only to find an empty spot on the counter where a cup should be waiting. He looked up at his co-worker, who was now leaning against the counter grinning at him. Apparently the freak who had ordered the drink from hell had been the last person in line. With a mildly irritated look, he picked up the pitchers and brought them to the sink to clean them all the while asking himself for the thirty-seventh time that shift why he had said, “Ok, sure.” when his manager had asked if he would agree to be café trained. |
Alice Black - December 22, 2007 12:37 PM (GMT)
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